Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 18:00:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Stark
Subject: Billy Breaks Me In (part 2 of 3)
This is primarily a true story, with the names and some details changed to
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"Billy Breaks Me In" (part 2 of 3)
It had been several months since my first sexual encounter, when my
older cousin Billy had asked me to blow him while we were on a hunting
trip. I had fantasized about it over and over since it happened. The
fantasies always began the same, with Billy grinning a bit wickedly and
saying, "Do you want to give me a blow job?" How many time I played the
entire sequence of events over and over again in my mind, while frantically
jacking off, I do not know. Probably nightly. We sucked each other, and
then he fucked me - something he had learned to do expertly from, as I was
shocked to learn - my uncle Derrick, my dad's youngest brother.
I hadn't been alone with Billy since the hunting trip. We went to
the same high school, but he was 2 years ahead of me - a senior - and we
did not hang out as friends. The few times we chatted, we didn't mention
what happened back in October, and acted like nothing had happen. I had no
idea if Billy had told my Uncle Derrick what had happened. My uncle acted
normal towards me, like nothing had changed, but whether that was from
ignorance or from his desire not to embarrass me, I did not know.
Billy was a tall and fairly hefty 16 year old. He had dirty blonde
hair, and a bit of a belly, but was also well-built. I was much smaller -
two years younger, with straight brown hair and light skin. I was somewhat
of a bookworm, I stayed in doors a lot. People considered me a geek
because of my school habits and because I wasn't particularly into sports,
but looking back I don't think I was bad looking. Not too skinny, not too
big - a rather normal looking 14 year old.
I was tempted so many times to call Billy, to ask him what he was
doing, maybe ask him if he needed help with his schoolwork. I knew, of
course, that he would immediately understand the real reason for my
call... and I wanted to repeat what had happened in October so bad. I
could still imagine tasting his hard cock, and how it felt as he rammed it
into my ass that dad in his Dad's trailer. I relived it over and over and
over again in the privacy of my bedroom, lying in bed at night, jerking off
into a Kleenex. But I was worried that Billy considered what happened in
October a "heat of the moment" event, because we were alone with no one
else our age around ... I was worried about his reaction if I tried to
initiate something again. And I was also a very shy boy. But I wanted him
so bad.
It turns out I didn't have to do any planning to get my wish. One
Saturday in late April, a very warm day, my Dad said he was going over to
Bill's house (Billy's dad) to help him with some work Bill was doing on his
house. He asked me if I wanted to come, that Billy might be there, and
maybe we could shoot hoops or something (Dad was always trying to get me
outdoors, and doing something athletic). I said "Sure", trying to suppress
my excitement about a rare opportunity to try and get alone with Billy
again.
He lived quite a ways from me, about a half hour drive, and the
miles seemed to tick so slowly until we got to his house. I was worried
that Billy wouldn't be home, and I would be stuck doing worth with my Dad
and his cousin Bill. My fears were unfounded. We drove up the slight
incline to Bill's house, and I could see my cousin shooting hoops at the
small court behind their house. He was wearing a red muscle shirt and
white gym shorts. I stared at him, hoping I wasn't being too obvious.
We parked and I told my dad I was going to shoot some hoops, and I
walked over to where Billy was. Dad had followed Bill into the basement,
where Bill was working on something. Billy just looked at me when I walked
over and said, "Hey man," and shot the ball again.
We talked some about school, and he told me about his latest
girlfriend. He passed me the ball, and we took turns shooting and doing
lay-ups. He asked me if I had a girlfriend, and gave me a questioning
glance. I told him No.
Billy and I shot the ball and basically talked about nothing for a
while. It was probably the longest I'd ever played basketball in my life.
I was beginning to believe that Billy was not up for another encounter, and
maybe he was embarrassed by what happened last fall. But finally, after we
had been talking about music for a while, he looked at me and said, "want
to see my room and listen to music?" My heart leapt - alone with him in
his room!
We walked up the stairs into his bedroom and closed the door. His
mom didn't seem to be home, and our Dad's were busy in the basement. Billy
looked at me and asked, "What do you want to listen to?"
"I don't care, whatever", I said, and he put in a tape of the Best
of the Doors.
His room was pretty messy - there were clothes everywhere, and his
bed was unmade. I sat at the edge of and looked up at him.
"So, what do you want to do?" he asked me.
I just looked at him. "I don't know - whatever," I said.
He hesitated for a second, and turned the music up a bit louder.
"Do you want to do. . . what we did at the Lost Creek?"
I acted like I was considering it. "Okay," I said, like it was no
big deal.
He walked forward to stand before me, and pulled his white gym
shorts down so that the elastic was right below his balls. His dick was
about half-hard. I looked at it and didn't move, didn't do anything. I
didn't want to appear too eager.
"Go ahead," Billy said, and reached down and pulled on his dick a
couple times, hardening. I stared at it as it inched longer, and
straighter, and wider... Billy jerked at it a few more times, and it was
soon at full-hilt.
I rested the head of it on my tongue. Just like I was testing it.
I glanced up at Billy's face, and he had his eyes closed, and a dreamy
expression on his face.
I spread my lips over the head, and licked it all over. My cock
was so hard in my pants that I thought I was going to explode. I couldn't
believe this was happening again, and remember clearly thinking that this
had to last as long as possible.
I started going further and further down on his rod, getting it wet
with my tongue, and Billy started pushing back gently, trying to push his
cock further into my mouth. He moaned softly. He went still for a moment,
pulled his cock out of my mouth, and walked over to the door. He made sure
it was locked. He walked back to the bedside, pulled his shorts the rest
of the way down his legs and threw them in a corner. I wrapped my lips
around his cock and he pushed it into my mouth, over and over, gently
thrusting as it slid back on my tongue. I was careful to cover my teeth
with my lips.
After a while he said, "Lay down on your side." I pushed a blanket
off of the bed and followed his instruction, my head on the pillow. He
laid down the opposite direction. I moved down so I could suck him again,
and he took my cock in my mouth. It was like an electric charge through my
body. We lied there and sucked and licked each other for what seemed like
hours. I started tonguing his balls over and over again, lapping them up
like a dog. He smelled so good, the same smell I remembered from before -
clean and warm and like cum. He kept sucking me, moving his head so that
my dick slid along his tongue, in and out, in and out. I didn't last that
long. Without warning my body tensed, I grabbed his ass cheeks with my
clenched fingers and shot my load into his mouth. I had a fearful moment
as I expected him to be pissed that I shot into his mouth without warning,
but he just licked my cock a few more times, sat up and smiled. There were
a few drops of my cum smeared down his chin.
He sat up and said, "Jack me off," so I took his cock in my hand
and started pumping. He rested his hands back on the bed and closed his
eyes, moaning from time to time softly. Sometimes I would bend over and
lick the head of his dick, swirl it around in my mouth, and he would push
my head gently, pushing my mouth further onto his rod. "Play with my
balls," he told me, so I took my fingers and brushed them along his sack,
finger them lightly while he squirmed on the bed, breathing heavily. Billy
tended toward plumpness and his skin would turn very red, and I remember
thinking he looked so hot sitting there, just letting me get him off.
Billy grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from his dick, and
asked me to turn over. I knew what was coming next. I lay flat on my
stomach. He handed me a pillow and told me to put it under my crotch. He
started spreading my ass cheeks, kneading my flesh like it was bread. He
massaged my ass for quite a while, sometimes letting a finger down the
crack, sometimes touching my hole for a fleeting second. I just lay there
writing, pushing my ass toward him, wanting him to go further, but he kept
teasing me. He opened a drawer in his bed-stand, and spread something cool
and wet along my crack, then started lightly fingering into my hole. First
he just moved his finger back and forth slowly, then started inching his
way in. I was in heaven. I moaned and pushed my ass back against his
finger, letting it slide in further. It hurt, but it was a wonderful
feeling. Billy let his finger slide in and out for a while, moving it
around a bit to make room for something much bigger and harder.
Finally he bent his head down to me and whispered, "Do you want me
to fuck you again?"
"Yes", I breathed, his finger still moving in and out of my ass.
He got in position behind me, and pulled me up so that I was on my
knees, my face buried in a pillow and my ass in the air. I felt him on his
knees behind me, one hand on my lower back, one hand pulling my ass cheeks
apart with his fingers and he glided his cock inside me. He eased it in
slowly, and I let out a quick hiss of breath. It hurt like someone had
shoved a baseball bat up my ass. At first. He just pushed it in, and
stayed motionless for a while, letting me get used to it. He rubbed his
hands all over my ass, and my back, and I started getting more comfortable.
When I started instinctively pushing my ass back against his crotch, he
knew I was ready for him to start fucking me.
He pulled out so that only the tip was in, then back again slowly.
Such an amazing feeling. I felt his hard cock slide into me, and out, and
into me again. Faster he started thrusting, then even faster. He grabbed
hold of my ass for awhile, then my hips, and started pumping my ass harder
and harder. I was not thinking, not worrying about where I was, or being
caught, I was just in ecstasy over the sensations I was feeling. He
started grunting as he thrust into me, and my head was still buried in the
pillow, my teeth clinched, my ass moving back to join him with every pump
of his hips. I reached back underneath me and felt his balls, cupped them
in my hand, and touched the base of his cock as he continued to fuck me.
He reached around and grabbed my cock and started stroking it in time with
his pumping. It must have only been a few minutes, but it seemed like
hours that he fucked me, harder and harder 'til he let out a cry so loud
that I though for sure we were busted, and again - like I had several
months earlier - I felt the warm sensation of him shooting his hot sperm
deep inside me. He collapsed on my back for a while, panting, his dick
still inside me while it slowly softened. He finally pulled it out and lay
on his back, sweat covering his body, panting, a dreamy smile on his face.
I just sat there, silently, and started jacking my rock hard cock until I
came for the second time, my jizz covering my hand and squiring onto his
bed.
We just sat there for a while. Billy finally grabbed a towel and
we cleaned up, and started awkwardly talking about school. We decided we
had better go outside, we didn't want our parents to be suspicious. We
needed have worried. They were still hard at work, and didn't think
anything was amiss. We could have stayed in his room for another hour
without comment. But we just went back to his basketball hoop and started
shooting the ball, talking about music and movies and school, and most
definitely not the hot fucking he had just given me.